Tuesday 23 October 2012

You know his name

There is only one man, dude. Diego Armando Maradona.


Srulik Astrachan doesn't want Maradona in his team. He knows what he is talking about. He insists on it. Sheriff doesn't like that, not one bit. He swears by the Argentinean.

It is a strange conversation. We are picking fantasy soccer teams. Six of us at La Puerta Del Sol, a rooftop restaurant inside the fort. Yours truly, Kaptaan, Sheriff, Back and our new friends from Israel, young boys Srulik and Dor Mirakam.

It's a mad ride.

'Beckham? What, you want a team that looks good on a poster? Who's next, Frank Lampard'?
'In your dreams, buddy. My team will kicks your team's ass - in the face. 11 out of 10 times'.
'No Roberto Carlos? You must be nuts. That guy is a beast. It's not even funny'.

Nuts, really.
Sheriff is especially livid. Nobody picked Maradona, you see. Probably just to test his patience. Why else would you not pick him?

'I don't have anything to say to you guys except that there is only one man. You know his name'.

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